But Beckett struggled. After retiring the first five Orioles, he allowed three straight singles to cut the lead to 3-1. He gave up two singles to start the third inning, then got two strikeouts, but Millar singled for one run and Scott followed with a three-run dong -- and it was 5-3 Birds.

Boston did little with Guthrie until the seventh when Casey and Pedroia singled. Baltimore went to the pen. Walker walked Flo and the bases were loaded with no one out for Manny. Johnson came in and won a 10-pitch battle, getting Ramirez to tap into a 1-2-3 DP. Lowell then flied to left to end the threat.

The Red Sox rallied again in the eighth. With one out, Ellsbury and Varitek walked. Cora's single to right scored Lyndon to make it 5-4. But with Sherrill on the mound, Casey flied to left and Pedroia grounded to first. In the ninth, Ortiz, Ramirez and Lowell went down in order.

In Florida, Tampa beat the Rivera and the Yankees 2-1 in 11 innings, to move into first place. ... We are .5 GB. ... New York is 19-21.

That's just not the Yankee way ... Let everyone else do that stuff, but not a Yankee. What I don't understand is, the kid's got the greatest mentor in the world in Mariano ... you'd think it wouldn't happen on that team.

L - I read a review of the Philly stadium saying even with a blank sheet of paper, Philadelphia messed it up. The kiddie distance home runs are a bit of a joke - someone hit a grand slam who hadn't hit a homer all year - but the view was great, and I loved it.

I remember reading Bound for Glory as a young teen and being spellbound by his life story.

We have seen Arlo a few times, though not recently. And of course, Alice's restaurant was only about an hour from here. And Alice herself now lives in Provincetown where we spend many a night in the summer.

Going back to the the new Philly stadium....I rank ballparks more with accomadtions..they had great food and a good seletion of those 16 oz beers in plastic....There is a little something for everybody there.

There was a wonderful biography/tribute/documentary about Pete Seeger a while back on PBS, which included his recounting of his early days with Woody and how he was inspired and influenced by him. It was a really touching and inspiring film.

Guthrie, known for a series of hits including “Alice’s Restaurant,” issued the following endorsement of Dr. Paul:

“I love this guy. Dr. Paul is the only candidate I know of who would have signed the Constitution of The United States had he been there. I'm with him, because he seems to be the only candidate who actually believes it has as much relevance today as it did a couple of hundred years ago. I look forward to the day when we can work out the differences we have with the same revolutionary vision and enthusiasm that is our American legacy.”

I'm choosing to look at the bright side of whatever happens in Tampa Bay. Either the Yankees lose, and how can I not like that, or the Devil Rays can't catch up tonight even if we don't come back like I expect us to. Win-win!

Nah, they won't tease you with the 3 up in the first tomorrow, Amy. They're actually going to fall behind 2 in the first and then come back to tie in the 4th, and take the lead in the 7th. They'll win 7-3.

Well, got in in time to tune up GDGD and see that last pathetic excuse for an inning.Not a lot of gumption there it seemed. Apparently tiz was screwed on a call?Anyway, skimmed thru the thread, saw all the Woody and Arlo talk. Loved Woody. Seeger too. It's family tradition around our home to listen to Alice's Rest. every Thanksgiving Day. The few times we've missed doing it we all felt bad afterward so it doesn't happen anymore. We make time. The kids insist. Makes me proud :)And I have to crank up the turntable to do it. Even more fun :)

More of The Yankee Way with Rich Gossage (who spent 6 of his 22 seasons in NY):

One day during the 1990 lockout Gossage was throwing batting practice to his son Keith, who was 10 at the time. Keith was having trouble hitting the outside pitch because he stepped away from the ball rather than toward it. "You're stepping in the bucket," Gossage hollered. "Let's work on it."

So Gossage tossed a pitch outside. Keith stepped in the bucket and whiffed on it. Gossage tossed another pitch outside. Keith missed it again. He made no adjustment. This happened again and again and again—10 times in all—before that frightening alter ego overcame Gossage. And so the Goose, one of the most fearsome fastball pitchers of all time, wound up in that unmistakable chaotic motion of his, first showing his hulking back to the plate and then, in a sudden, violent windmill of arms and legs, unleashing something only slightly less than his most terrifying fastball at his fifth-grader.

"Something happened between winding up and letting it go," he recalls now. "It just happened."

He drilled his son. Nailed him flush on the left thigh, a direct hit that would turn the kid's leg "black, blue, green, purple, yellow—all the colors of those real nasty ones," Gossage says.